For 10 minutes I worked out in peace. And then, then it was time for them to fucking meditate.
The year was 1990. I was 12 years old – not even a “teenager” yet when I went to my first junior high dance. It cost $2 to get into the “Skylark” – the dance club for teens in my hometown. Inside the double doors was a coat rack that led to a small eatery… Continue reading Middle school dances — awesome or lame?